And just when
everything seems to
be calm and good,
a storm washes
it all away.
Serving a reminder
that someone like me
can never be in a garden
full of delicates,
for I was made for the ruins.
~☆~✧~✧~☆~
The calm before the storm.
Anna
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Inks of Heart
PoetryJust some words woven into lines making the fabric of a poem; sometimes prose. #1 poetry #1 book of poems #1 poembook #2 prose #4 motivation #7 poem { Copyright © 2021, Anna Woods}
